High Octane Perpetual Emasculation Machine

Clamp it down
I love the sound
A testicle vice
This is gonna be nice
Twisting the sack
While he’s sprawled on his back
A brutal technique
Turning balls into beef
He won’t feel a thing
As the machinery sings
My laughter’s melody
A sweet harmony
His scrotum leaks mince
I’ve been waiting for this
He wakes, they are gone
This is how Olivia neutered John
THE EMASCULATOR
THE ENDER OF BALLS
IT WILL NEVER SHUT DOWN
TILL THE LAST MAN FALLS
THE EMASCULATOR
THE SHREDDER OF SCROTUMS
IT WILL ALWAYS CHURN
TILL THE LAST MAN’S BROKEN
He’s clutching for pearls
While his head swirls
He’s got nothing left
Just an unsightly cleft
And when he tries to stand up
He feels it deep in his guts
The testosterone’s gone
His panic won’t last long
The machine is still pounding
My laughter still sounding
Spewing out smoke
It’s fuelled by their scrotes
It’s hungry for nuts
Kept alive by their blood
And forever we’ll feed her
The great emasculator
THE EMASCULATOR
THE ENDER OF BALLS
IT WILL NEVER SHUT DOWN
TILL THE LAST MAN FALLS
THE EMASCULATOR
THE SHREDDER OF SCROTUMS
IT WILL ALWAYS CHURN
TILL THE LAST MAN’S BROKEN